A/N: So, for someone who has never set foot outside of the CP fandom, this is definitely a change. One that would not have been possible without the help of Blakeyel1ner and LucyValkyrie. Without them I would still be biting my nails, wondering if I was screwing up.
Well, enjoy!
~Prologue~
Izaya Orihara sat at his computer, skimming through emails at a speed that only one well versed in the art could manage. As glowing text scrolled past his crimson gaze, reflecting in his eyes, Izaya sighed and ran a hand through his raven hair. Turning his attention to the digital clock in the corner of his screen, the informant puffed out his cheeks in mild amusement. It read 3 am.
Finally stilling his fingers, Izaya let his eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping them open and pushing his wheeled chair backwards while stretching his arms up to the ceiling. Slowly spinning around, the raven arched his back and got to his feet, casually taking the two steps to his wide, bay window that overlooked the city-scape of Shinjuku.
Even if the traffic wasn't as congested as it was during the day, this was greater Tokyo and the streets were still bustling with cars, their headlights flashing and blinding him with neon sparks as they sped by. From his window the city looked surreal, untouchable as he scanned over every detail. Tilting his head to the side, the raven smirked. All his humans with their all their lives, spread out beneath him, ready to be shown the true values of life that he would give them.
Because, of course, he loved every single one of them.
Well, Izaya looked out to the distant gleam of his own district's neighbor, Ikebukuro. Almost every one of them is lovable. Somewhere, he knew a certain monster was no doubt sound asleep, untroubled without him around to rile him up. Rocking on the balls of his feet, the informant easily called to mind images of his enemy, Shizuo Heiwajima –sunglasses shielding his eyes and smoke weaving up through bleached blond hair, trailing from the ever-present cigarette hung loosely in an irritated scowl.Such a beast, aren't you Shizu-chan, he mused.
He'd fought with him earlier that day, one of their usual spats over Izaya simply breathing in his presence. It had been a thrilling chase that had ended when he'd escaped into a window of a client's apartment, making his scheduled meeting with the man with two minutes to spare. There was something in the way he recalled the flying insults and sharp comebacks that could only be described as fond.
Shuttering his eyes closed once more, Izaya decided that if he was going to be his usual, cool, snarky self tomorrow, he needed to get at least an hour of sleep. Otherwise, he knew, he'd be a manic, slightly crazy mess by morning. There was only so much his body could take.
Wrapping thin arms around a slim waist, Izaya allowed himself only a few more moments to stare out at his beloved humans, eyes drifting in the direction he knew the fortissimo of Ikebukuro lay once more. Satisfied, the raven finally looked away. Chuckling lightly, Izaya turned from the window and softly crooned into his empty apartment air.
"Sleep well Shizu-chan."
They could play again later, after he'd gotten some sleep.
A/N: So, I'd just like to make it clear that just because I'm writing this story, doesn't mean I'm going to stop 12 Ways to Die. That story is my baby, this is just a side project. One that's actually almost completely written. That way, I'll have no excuse not to post it.
Until next time, bye!